His lip twitching, Di Tou wondered if he should say something. After all, although he and An Yang had a fairly decent relationship and An Yang was currently helping him make swords, the truth of the matter was that An Yang was appointed by the sect, or at least Elder Long, to keep an eye on Di Tou and Wu Kong. As a guest, he had left the courtyard in such an ugly state and even invited the host in… this wasn't too proper.
But to his partial surprise, An Yang didn't say anything negative and instead cast his eyes around, inspecting the lines before walking forward and tracing the most evident line that was in the shape of a soft semi-circle in the ground with his fingers. This mark had been caused by the first move in the set that An Yang had passed along and was also the move Di Tou had practiced the most throughout the night.
